As his children enter the world of work, Jonathan Self muses on what that means
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair —
The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing —
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
— ‘Work without Hope’, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Coleridge could have been writing about our twins, Oliver and Charlotte, 19, who, now that they have had time to settle in at university, are, even as I…
